Driving Mrs. Carbon
Married Erotic Adventures
Chapter 1: Waiting Room
BOOM! The wall shakes.
“UGH, UUGH, UUUGH, UUUUGH!”, echoes throughout the house.
BOOM! Walls shake again.
OOOOOOW, OOOOOOW, OOOOOOW, OOOOOOW.
BOOM! The entire house seems to be shaking.
AW SHIT, AAW SHIT, AAAW SHIT, AAAAW SHIT!
The sound of Carbon’s voice echoed throughout the house.
The walls in the Grimes living room shook. We met Marcus and Maya Grimes during our vacation to Mexico.
Ugh, Mexico….wow that is another story for another time.
I sat quietly in the Grimes living room admiring the decor of their spacious home.
DAMN IT!.....FUCK!...... SHIIIIIT!
I perch on the edge of the sleek, cantilevered sofa, its chrome legs shimmering like desert mirages in the sunbeams slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Glass walls slide open to the vibrant emerald embrace of Spring Lake, blurring the line between inside and out. Palm trees sway like emerald brushstrokes against the canvas of cerulean sky, their whispers carried on the balmy breeze.
“AAAW MY ASS. AW MY ASS, DAM”
The space itself is a minimalist masterpiece. Crisp white walls stretch like an artist's blank canvas, accented by bold pops of color – a neon magenta throw draped over the chrome-and-leather armchair, a cobalt blue vase holding a sculptural orchid arrangement. The polished concrete floor gleams like a black mirror, reflecting the geometric dance of light and shadow cast by the recessed LED strips embedded in the ceiling.
“EASY BABY, TAKE IT EASY BABY!”
My gaze snags on the statement piece – a sculptural coffee table sculpted from a fallen cypress, its gnarled wood smoothed to a sensual sheen. It balances precariously on a single polished steel leg, like a modern dancer defying gravity. Around it, a curated collection of art books and design magazines lie open, like chapters in a story of creativity.
“DON’T STOP FUCKING ME LIKE THAT!” Carbon shouts out loud from the other room.
Even the air feels modern here, crisp and electric, infused with the subtle scent of citrus from the minimalist diffuser and the faint metallic tang of the koi pond bubbling unseen on the patio. It's a symphony of clean lines and bold statements, a space that whispers of innovation and the future.
The silence is again broken by the sound of Carbon screaming, “DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER”
But within this futuristic haven, a touch of the human lingers. A lone ceramic mug, worn and comforting, sits nestled among the design magazines, a testament to quiet mornings and intimate conversations. A stray sketch pad rests on the coffee table, its charcoal-stained pages hinting at unfinished dreams and creative fire.
At this point Carbon seems to not be capable of using words anymore, “Eeeehhhhhh, Uuuuuhhhhh, Mmmmmmmmmm, Oooohhhhhh, Aaaahhhhhh”
This modern sanctuary, bathed in the golden light of a Florida spring, is a paradox – a canvas for cutting-edge design that still holds the warmth of a beating heart. It's a space for a soul who embraces the new while holding onto the essence of who they are. And here, perched on the edge of innovation, I feel the future stretching before me, an invitation to paint my own vibrant story on its boundless canvas.
I glanced down and picked up a copy of the morning paper. With the internet it has been a long time since I held a newspaper in my hand. Something felt very nostalgic about it. The cold roughness of the paper between my fingers. The dust that it seemed to leave on my hands. It brought back memories. The 7 foot 4 inch rookie sensation was on the cover of the newspaper with a headline that read, “Generational Talent or and the beginning of the things to come. I wondered if there will come a day that we will see a starting 5 in the NBA of all 7 footers.
Chapter 2: The Sit Down
“I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T” shouted Carbon.
In walked Maya, Marcus' wife.
Maya's petite frame dances with a sun-kissed grace, each step an ode to her dual heritage. Bahamian breezes sculpt her figure, weaving lean curves that belie the ocean's strength beneath. Her skin, like polished honey, whispers of Indian warmth, kissed by the Caribbean sun to a shade of cinnamon dusted with gold.
Her raven hair, a storm cloud against the honeyed canvas of her skin, curls like tendrils of jasmine after a dip in the turquoise sea. Sometimes loose and wild, it echoes the untamed beauty of the Bahamian coast, and sometimes it coils into intricate braids, a silent ode to the tapestry of her Indian ancestry.
Maya moves with the rhythm of the tide, her small feet silent on the sand. Her hands, strong and nimble, speak of days spent braiding conch shells and scaling mango trees. They move with the delicate precision of a dancer and the earthy wisdom of a farmer.
In every breath, Maya embodies the fusion of two worlds. She is the salt-kissed daughter of the Bahamas, infused with the soul of ancient India. And in her petite frame, a universe of stories unfolds, waiting to be discovered one sun-drenched step at a time.
Don't let her smooth, graceful, soft spoken nature of this petite woman fool you. Maya is a BEAST!!!! The things I have seen and the stories that I have been told should make any man or woman that tries to spar with her have second thoughts both in the business world and in the bedroom. Maya is the one that got her husband Marcus into the lifestyle. She is the leader behind the one way mirror.
“Hey Jack, how are you doing?”, Maya Asked.
“I am great Maya and you?”
“I couldn't be better," she responded.
Carbon let out and rant “OH LORD!.........IT’S TO MUCH, IT’S TO MUCH, IT’S TO MUCH, IT’S TO MUCH”
At this point the sounds of Carbon getting worked over faded into the background and was turning into white noise. I guess this is what it feels like for people that live near an airport or a train station. At some point you don't hear the planes taking off or the trains passing by.
“How is Carbon doing?” Maya asks.
I looked at Maya and laughed, “At the moment she seems to be doing just fine.”
“Jesus, you feel so good SO GOOD!” shouted Carbon.
Maya laughed and said, “You know what I mean. Obviously she is having a great time right now. You know what I am asking. How is she doing overall?”
I paused for a second, smiled to myself and said, “All jokes aside, she is doing great. Her business is taking off. Her brand is growing. She doesn't seem to be as stressed as she used to be. I used to worry about her. She was always on the go. Hardly sleeping and living for everyone else besides herself.”
“Well, you are a big reason for that Jack” responded Maya. “She has someone in her life that compliments her, embraces who she is and doesn't try to control her. Not many men can handle someone like Carbon. She is beautiful, smart, intelligent, ambitious, sexy and a freak.” Maya paused for a moment and smiled to herself.
Maya went on to say, “She is the center of the solar system everywhere she goes. The attention she gets is enough to drive most men crazy with jealousy.
“PULL MY HAIR AND DOMINATE ME!” shouted Carbon.
“Her other friends say the same thing.” I said. “We think alike. I feel like she is the missing piece to my puzzle and I am the missing piece to her. My strengths mask her weaknesses and her strengths mask mine.”
“Arrrrrrrrrr Keep fucking me like that. Just like that!.........Mother FUCKER, FUCK ME”
“She is my best friend.”
“Awwww, I am happy for you. I must say, you look so happy.” said Maya.
To which I responded, “Why do people keep saying that? Did I look like a miserable fuck or something?”
Maya laughed and said, “Jack, you looked like you wanted to throw yourself off a bridge. You looked like you were going to go play in traffic.”
“Aw come on, did I look that bad?” I asked.
Maya, sighed and said, “Bro, I love you, you know that. But let's be real, you had a bad situation. I would always tell Marcus to check in on you. I didn't want to hear on the news that someone I know went crazy and hopped the fence at the city zoo trying to hump a lion and got eaten.”
I had to laugh, “hahaha, yall funny.”
Maya leaned back on her couch and said, “But for real, I am so happy for you guys. You better not fuck things up.”
“I won’t Maya, I won’t” I assured her. “I have been looking for her all my life. I knew that she was out there but I didn’t know her name. I had an idea what she looked like but I still couldn’t find her. She was right there in front of my face but the Lord didn’t allow me to see her until I was ready to handle his blessing he had for me.”
I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. Looked around at the moonlight reflecting off the marble floors. Took a deep breath. Looked at Maya and said, “The moment I was ready it all became so clear. I know that she was the one.”
Maya smiled and asked me to tell her the story again. The story about the moment that I knew that she was the one.
“ We were standing in the kitchen of a friend's house. She was washing dishes. At that very moment I felt compelled but a feeling. To this day I can’t really explain it. It wasn't a voice. I don't know what it was. It was a feeling.
I reached over and turned off the water.
I grabbed both of her hands.
Pulled her close to me.
Looked her in the eyes and told her that I was going to marry her.
You should have seen the shocked look on her face.
She asked me, “how can I be so certain?” to which I responded, “I just am.”
It was all so clear.
“I love that story.” replied Maya. Everytime you tell me I get butterflies.”
Chapter 3: Bringing the Plane in for a Landing.
“Jack, Let me ask you something.”
“Sure, ask me anything,” I said.
“I never see you play with any other woman. Why is that?”
I laughed for a moment. “Good question Maya. Honestly, I don't think I could even get hard for any other woman. My desires are only for Carbon and her pleasure. It's her pleasure that turns me on. You know me. I am like you, a voyeur.”
“Yes, I know. But even I play around and get dicked down by other guys.”
Well the difference between you and me is that you haven’t been threatened.
“THREATENED!” she asked
I said yes, threatened. Carbon said that she would “cut my dick off and feed it to our dogs.”
Maya laughed so hard she nearly fell off the couch. “Yep, that sounds like Carbon. She is the possessive type. You guys are perfect for each other. You are a voyeur and she is an exhibitionist.”
I am a Stage and she is a Vixen.
You’re going to make me orgasm.” shouted Carbon.
Maya looked at her watch and then looked at Jack and said, “Looks like they are almost done.”
“I’m going to cum”........“I can’t control myself.”
“Yep, It sure seems that way”, I said.
“Fuck!”.
“I’m cumming so hard.”
Maya chucked and said, “looks like Marcus is bringing the plane in for a landing.”
“I can’t stop coming!
“God!”
“Jesus!”
“Yes!”
Ok, they touched down. “Smooth landing I take.“
“Let me get 4 bottles of water before I leave. I think she is going to need it.?
20 minutes later after the plane taxied to the gate, the door opened up and out staggered a wobbly Carbon followed by Marcus.
“Whats up man?“ joyfully said to which Marcus responded, “My man Jack, what's the word?”
Man, everything is good.
Then I turned to Carbon and asked, “how are you feeling hun?”
Carbon paused for a minute, put her hand on her stomach and said, “My pussy is going to be sore for a while.”
Marcus put his head down and said, “Sorry Carbon, Sorry Jack”
“Nothing for you to be sorry about," responded Carbon. “I asked for this.”
Maya interrupted and asked, “Before you guys leave do you want to schedule another session?”
Carbon replied, “Yes, make it for the same date and time next month”
“OK , I will send you a calendar invite,” replied Maya.
I gave Maya a kiss, I shook hands with Marcus and escorted Carbon to the door. She was walking a little gingerly. Once to the car she asked if she could sit in the back and stretch out her legs.
As we drive down the long driveway I asked, “Where to Mrs. Ngono” to which she responded, “Babe, take me home!”
I laughed and said, in a very country accent, “YES Mrs. Ngono”
Realizing what was going on Carbon laughed made eye contact with me in the rare view mirror and said, “Jack, YOUR MY BEST FRIENDDDDD!”
We both erupted in laughter realizing that we were mimicking the classic morgan freeman movie Driving Miss Daisy.
What a ride. What a home. What a story 👀✨